On the first night of the entrance trial, William couldn't sleep after tossing and turning in the cave of Ice Valley, and the gray dwarf propped up his tent inside the cave, and the fire coins emitted warm heat from the plush sleeping bags.

"Mogg, are adventures in the wilderness as interesting as they are today?" William whispered to the gray dwarf on the other side of the tent.

"Of course, most of the time it's so much fun, but occasionally you'll encounter some monsters that are more difficult to deal with. The gray dwarf was a little distracted, and Angela was in another tent, not knowing what she was thinking now. The tense atmosphere of the days was suddenly relaxed, and the gray dwarf's eyelids had already begun to fight, and before he knew it, he was snoring loudly.

In her sleep, Mowglitte looked down on the earth as if she were in the sky, and in the distance was a cave glowing with fire. A man sat on the edge of the fire and took a nap, and the gray dwarf realized that this was the crow's vision. Although Mowglitte arranged for Nicholas to keep vigil, he was still not at ease and secretly let Materazzi out. For a good hunter, using pets to keep vigil is the most basic skill, and Materazzi has never been asked to do the vigil without having Mowglitte. Nicholas is also tired tonight, and it is estimated that he will fall asleep in a while, so it is better to leave a reliable night watchman.

William's childlike nature, as soon as the excitement passed, he fell asleep like a piglet on his stomach in a blink of an eye.

Time passed quickly, and the gray dwarf yawned and crawled out of his sleeping bag. He walked to the edge of the fire, woke up Nicholas, who was napping, and said to him, "Job, it's time for you to rest." I'll leave it to me!"

The lightning mage didn't even fully open his eyes, and staggered into the tent.

Mowglitte took out some wood from the spatial ring and rekindled the fire that was about to be extinguished. If the fire is extinguished at night, the horses will not be able to stand it tomorrow morning. Thinking of this, Mowglitte walked into the depths of the cave, where lightning and the white horses were close together, and the moose's thick white fur was enough to protect against the cold of the night, but the white horses were different.

Morwritte took out two thick blankets and draped them over its body, and if she wanted not to delay the journey, she had to take care of the horses. The speed of not being able to do it in the wilderness is too slow. Mowglitte took out a few cherry fruits, pulled the pits out, and stuffed the flesh into the horse's mouth. Lightning was originally just an ordinary moose, but after spending some time in the Enchanted Forest, it became such a miracle horse, and these cherry fruits must have had an effect on the horses. However, time is in a hurry, and I am afraid that there is no obvious improvement as lightning, but I can only ensure that the spirit of the day is very perfect.

Lightning seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Mowglitte's partiality, and turned the huge antlers to the side. But when the horse had eaten the cherries, he gave up Morgritte and came over again. It seems that it also knows that tonight is better than having to hug its thighs.

Morwritte laughed and cursed twice and walked from inside to the fire, but was surprised to find a steaming flask on top of the fire. The gurginger beer is steaming hot.

"I'm guessing you must have gone to feed the horses?" Angela yawned and slipped a chunk of butter into the flask, and soon a rich buttery aroma came out.

"Is this a butterbeer or ginger beer?" Morkriet took a deep breath and couldn't help but look intoxicated, there is nothing better than someone willing to boil you a pot of warm wine on such a cold night. But usually there are some uninvited guests in good times.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Angela worriedly, noticing Mowglitte's anomaly.

"Don't make a sound!" Morwritte put her finger to her mouth and shuttered softly, then reached out and quietly pointed to the shadowy corner of the fire, motioning for her to hide first. Soon after, two tall figures appeared outside the cave.

Two people, one thin and one fat, rode two coveted demon wolves to block the entrance of the cave, and the tall thin man roared in a sharp voice: "Where do you come from, strangers, you actually dare to seize the territory of the wind demon wolf!"

Before the tall and thin man finished speaking, he was kicked off the back of the demon wolf by his companion, although the fat man's face was pale, but this kick was strong and powerful, although he did not use all his strength, and also let the thin and tall man roll on the ground twice, perhaps he was too thin, one did not brake, and almost fell into the fire, but the hair on his forehead was curled by a fever. A foul stench permeated.

"Stupid Dole, I can't remember how many times I've said it, and you are never allowed to mention the Wind Demon Wolf again," the fat man sat on the back of the demon wolf, and stopped to rest before he could say a few words, "We are now adventurers in Frost-Free City, remember!" The fat man looked disgusted, but he was a little helpless.

"Remember, Uncle Gold, Dor, remember, we are now wanderers in Frostless City, who came to make a fortune in the wilderness, but we didn't make any money, but we were robbed by the Wind Wolf!" The tall and thin man named Dorr didn't care about his embarrassment, got up from the edge of the fire, and diligently helped Uncle Gold off the back of the Wind Wolf.

"Kind stranger, you don't mind if Gold roasts a fire by the fire!" The fat ball-like Gold didn't even glance at the gray dwarf by the fire, and found a rather comfortable position to stop. He pulled his mount over, lay down beside him, stretched out his fat hand and grabbed the boiling butter ginger beer from the fire, and poured it directly into his mouth, no matter how hot it was.

"Damn, which hillbilly put butter in the ginger beer," the chubby Uncle Gold spat out all the beer in his mouth, "damn hillbilly, this is a waste of good stuff, what a good ginger beer." It's all wasted!"

The chubby Uncle Gold handed the brass flask to the greedy Dole, "Dole, only countrymen like you like to add butter to beer, what a waste!", and shook his head with a sad look.

Morwriet waved her hand at Angela in the shadows behind the fire, signaling the elf to remain silent. Looking at the dress, words and deeds of these two guys, you can know that they are the adventurers in the wilderness that Merlin has recruited, and then the elite soldiers of the Wind Demon Wolf will inevitably abandon most of the unqualified members, but I don't know how these two guys got the mounts of the two Wind Demon Wolves, you must know that only the elite of the Wind Demon Wolf can be equipped with such a magical beast. But looking at the performance of these two guys, it's not very reliable.